Agree on the instants we recount,
Little amounts, little gains other than pride.
An authority made me mathematical,
With an angle of distaste, and any anger,
Understood by the wealth of the nation.
The summer smothered the view with light,
A sugary substance, light smells sweet.
The structure on this land of summers
Combines me and the rest of mankind.
But why are we so strong? What little strength
Is held in our hearts.
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